This is the second part of My Memoirs. Here you see me at aged two years, on the beach in 1953. I think it is Freshwater Bay on the Isle of Wight.
From Wikipaedia: 'The Isle of Wight pron.: is a county and the largest island of England, located in the English Channel, on average about 3–5 miles off the coast of Hampshire, separated from Great Britain by a strait called the Solent.
|Population: 140,500, 2010|
Of course I don't remember the occasion, but I've heard enough stories about our visit to the Isle of Wight, over the years, that it is familiar to me, even in the telling.
We stayed in a caravan on a caravan park, which was nice because there were no doubt other families there, company for all of us. Apparently the bed that my dad slept in was too short for him and he had to put his feet in the small cupboard at the bottom. Sounds uncomfortable, doesn't it.
This time period was not long after World War II ended so it was a time when people could relax a bit and maybe let their guard down. It was still a time of food rationing, which didn't end till 1954. You can read more about food rationing in the United Kingdom here.
In my youthful state, I knew nothing about wars, food rationing or other hardships which my parents had just endured. I was on the beach, probably for the first time! and I was having a good time. My parents must have scrimped and saved to afford that holiday because they only had rented rooms to live in with a shared bathroom and kitchen down the corridor.
1953 was notable for many things, some of which I list below in chronological order:
Ian Fleming had just published his first James Bond novel, Casino Royale.
Winston Churchill received a Knighthood from the Queen.
The coronation of Queen Elizabeth took place at Westminster Abbey and
Laura Ashley sold her first printed fabrics.
No doubt I ate my way through a fair few clouds of candy-floss and at least half a dozen ice-creams.